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Confrontation: The Art of No Questions

Confrontation: the act of facing hostility or defiance. the bringing together for examination or comparison.


John 21: 15-17

15 So when they had eaten breakfast, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon, son of Jonah, b do you love Me more than these?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Feed My lambs."

16 He said to him again a second time, "Simon, son of Jonah, c do you love Me?" He said to Him, "Yes, Lord; You know that I love You." He said to him, "Tend My sheep."

17 He said to him the third time, "Simon, son of Jonah, d do you love Me?" Peter was grieved because He said to him the third time, "Do you love Me?" And he said to Him, "Lord, You know all things; You know that I love You." Jesus said to him, "Feed My sheep.



Private.
The pieces of me that I keep to myself are the only things I own.
And I'm grateful to have people around me to share those things with.
But in all honesty nobody knows me like my pen.
It is my protector, defender, and friend.
But its not my truth.

Responsibility is the perception of my own faults.

Naïve.
The word that separates the little girls from the grown women.
It's my right of passage to be a fool for one.
But in my own journey I've had two.
It's all relative. But that doesn't negate honesty.
Investment and flawed vision is why I stayed.
So why'd you leave?

Privacy.
Don't answer.
What's understood, don't need to be explained.
Your truth will never set me free because its man made.
Yet there is something so powerful in forgiving.
It's the last thing I gave for us, everything after... is for me.

So can I be honest?
In the mist of confrontation everything starts with a question.
But it's hell when you hold all my answers.
Your response marks the movement of my feet.
When you agree I walk, but when you don't I stand still.
The bondage of your emotions keeps me in the game
No matter how long I ride the bench.

But God can break chains.

This time I choose to walk away.
With my hands in the air, I no longer submit to us.
Instead, I surrender to the will of God over my life.

"Good friends hold on even when you don't want to be held on to. Great friends stay connected no matter how long it's been since they talked. But mature friends can discern when their season is up and love you enough to walk away. I am that mature friend." - HyQuality

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